Whoof Arted

Could be from a local cold/flu virus going

around, or working through last weekend
in a manner I'm unaccustomed to, or reeling
in that big king at 6 AM,

or the
extracurricular activities sponsored by a
newly-elected Lynx - my Bro'. Either
way, I feel it. There are a couple of
spots that hurt more than others due
to a pounding I acquired from my need
for some air and speed. I'll come clean :
I did toss Rod's bike once - a subject
mentioned around comments - but it
didn't hurt. I stuck the one that hurt
when the suspension tapped out.

This is NOT me in all the smooth grace
of flight, although I'm sure I looked that
way a few times. If only the camera could
have been there for my 8 foot acid drop.
Got back to LA and found out that someone
I know, who races bikes, got his arm broken
to the point of a titanium plate and screws,
Sunday. His story ends up a lot longer and
more painful by FAR.
This week, I'm taking it easy to save my
body for working to finish the cabin left in
it's final stages, and, start a new.

It does help that it's been raining fairly steady
and that my body still hurts.

So I go to sleep (after passing out numerous
nods on the couch) while Eric and Don were
still here - 9:30-ish. Papa Buffalo calls me at
about 6:30 this morning claiming there was a
little black bear on the roof last night.
I would, usually, not be one to question that
what this Buffalo says is honest - and Tay is
sticking to the same story, straight-faced,
but, it is just a story at this point.
You would assume they would yell,
"JOHN!! GET UP!! THERE'S A BEAR ON
THE ROOF!! GET YOUR CAMERA!!"

(cricket)

...they didn't want to wake me...or find my camera...

You would have to ask the Buffalo or my lead
pup for the details of the event, as my knowledge
goes only as far as words. They wouldn't make
that up - right?! About the pistol conversation
I had with a friend over dinner at Simon's -
I can't believe I haven't gotten grief for those
"Bear don't just run around town...they are
more scared of you (yadda, yadda)........"
comments. My apologies, as this year has
broken records for bear sightings and
killings (the bears) in our fine town of LA.
I'm still not "packing" when I go out of the
house, but I've got an eye on my back.